Invisible Security Guard

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At midnight, a new day began, and just as the clock struck twelve, Yusuf Zuck once again used telekinesis to assault the Blood Beads in his mind, and at the same time, he clearly saw his body disappear in an instant!

He had successfully become invisible again.

He quietly waited, and when three minutes had passed, his body reappeared.

"Continue!" Yusuf Zuck did not delay for a moment and immediately resumed the experiment; his main objective was to see if the invisibility could be sustained continuously.

"Huh~" When telekinesis struck the Blood Beads, there was no sensation of pain, nor did his body disappear again.

"Hmm? Do I need to wait?" Yusuf Zuck furrowed his brows and, after about ten seconds, continued to assault.

"Buzz~" His body once again vanished into thin air!

"There is an interval between each invisibility; it cannot be continuous." Yusuf Zuck was accumulating experience.

At 12:06 AM, after the second reappearing, he immediately tried again but still could not become invisible for the third time.

After waiting ten seconds and trying again, he still could not maintain invisibility.

"Maybe it requires twenty seconds?" Yusuf Zuck waited silently, anxiously waiting, and once twenty seconds had passed, he assaulted once more. This time, it was successful—the third invisibility.

Although it could not be sustained continuously, the intervals were not long.

At 12:10:40 AM, his experiment for the fourth time was unsuccessful.

At 12:11 AM, he continued to experiment but still did not succeed.

"Does the interval have to be extended starting from the fourth time?" Yusuf Zuck remembered that when he was in the dormitory, he had also experimented three times, and the fourth invisibility had occurred outside the police station after an interval of seven or eight hours.

He started experimenting non-stop, trying once every minute, but the fourth invisibility still did not occur.

At 12:20 AM, just as he faced another failure, suddenly his cell phone rang sharply, displaying a call from the company's CEO, Ruth Wilcox.

"Does this woman have feelings for me? Calling to check in after getting home?" Yusuf Zuck mused on the time; Ruth Wilcox should have arrived home by now, right?

He picked up the phone somewhat bewildered, but instead of Ruth Wilcox's voice, it was a man's.

"May I ask if you know the owner of this phone?"

"Uh...who are you? I know the owner, she's my boss." Yusuf Zuck said, perplexed.

"Hello, this is the situation: I am from the East City 'Chaoyangmen Police Station.' Just now, we were handling a case when the owner of this phone was attacked and greatly distressed. She is currently in the hospital, and we don't know who her relatives are, so we pulled the call records of the people she recently talked to and called you. If you know the owner, please help us contact her family, or you could come in person to the emergency center on the second floor of Chaoyang Hospital."

"I'll be right there." Not waiting for the police officer to finish, Yusuf Zuck leapt up and ran down the stairs like the wind.

Ms. Wilcox had been attacked!!!

Although Yusuf Zuck wasn't the most pleasant person, he did have a heart of gold. Regardless of the somewhat personal relations between Ruth Wilcox and him, even if there were no relations at all, he would lend a hand in such a situation.

Of course, he also wondered why there were no contact numbers for family on Ms. Wilcox's phone.

He sprinted down the stairs and directly hopped into a taxi in front of the hotel. At this point, money was no object for him; priorities mattered!

"Hey, Yusuf, where to?" The taxi driver recognized Yusuf Zuck since at midnight, there were always a few taxis waiting for customers in front of the Ferreni Hotel, and Yusuf having been on the night shift for the past month, had become familiar with several taxi drivers, often sharing a smoke together, and knew each other by name.

"'Tax Brother,' take me to Chaoyang Hospital, quick, it's urgent!" Yusuf recognized the driver, who had a unique name—his surname was Carson, and he was known as Fleur Carson or 'Tax Brother' among them because Carson sounded like the Chinese word for tax. Carson was about 25 or 26 years old, apparently not native to the capital city but had been living there for some years.

"Don't call me Tax Brother, it sounds bad. Just call me Carson. But what's the emergency? Heading to the hospital in the middle of the night?" Carson looked puzzled. What urgent matter could Yusuf have at the hospital so late at night? Who was in trouble?

"A friend of mine got bitten by a dog; I'm going to check on them." Yusuf didn't mention Ruth's assault, as the incident could be either trivial or serious, and he couldn't gossip about it.

"Oh, hehe." Carson chuckled and did not ask further.

In the blink of an eye, it was less than half an hour to Chaoyang Hospital, and when Yusuf got out of the taxi, he handed a hundred bucks to Carson, saying, "Come find me when I work tonight!"

"Damn, I thought you weren't going to let me find you!" Carson retorted with a smile as he rolled down the window.

"Why not say you don't want my money, then? I've got to go, in a rush." Yusuf walked off, waving his hand.

Carson shook his head with a laugh and rolled up the window. In reality, he hadn't intended to take Yusuf's money at all, but since Yusuf had left the cash and dashed out, he hadn't had the chance to refuse it.

Quickly, Yusuf arrived at the emergency department on the second floor and saw a few police officers questioning a woman in the hallway, apparently taking a statement, while a stoic man in a suit stood by the staircase. As Yusuf approached, the man swept his gaze over him like a knife.

Noticing someone approaching, both the police and the woman looked at him.

"Uh, my name is Yusuf Zuck. An officer called me just now, said our boss was assaulted? Where is our boss?" Yusuf stood at the staircase and asked.

"Oh, that was me who called. You got here pretty fast," a police officer stood up and said.

"How could I not be fast? If I don't seize this chance to suck up, when will I? How is my boss doing?" While speaking, Yusuf moved forward.

"She's fine now, you can go back. Thank you!" Suddenly, the woman who had been giving a statement stood up, thanked Yusuf, and asked him to leave.

"And you are?" It was then that Yusuf properly looked at the woman. She was about the same height as Ruth Wilcox, also very beautiful and possessed a quality that Yusuf couldn't quite describe.

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That temperament was like that of a rich girl's—aloof and elegantly melancholic.

The woman replied, "I'm a classmate of Ms. Wilcox. Officers, you can leave first. Ruth has been frightened and just had a sedative injection. When she feels better tomorrow, I'll bring her to the police station myself to give a statement. It's not good to disturb her at this time."

"Alright then, take care of yourselves," said the two seated police officers as they stood up and nodded. After shaking hands with the woman and Yusuf Zuck again, they turned and went downstairs.

Yusuf Zuck now saw Ruth Wilcox in the opposite hospital room. She seemed to be asleep, lying there motionless. Her hair was somewhat wet and disheveled, but there were no wounds on her face, only bandages wrapped around her arm.

Seeing that she wasn't seriously injured, Yusuf Zuck finally took a deep breath and then plunked down into a seat.

The woman frowned when she saw Yusuf Zuck not only staying but also sitting down. However, she immediately shook her head with a smile and said, "There's no need for you here, but thank you for your kindness. When Ms. Wilcox wakes up, I'll tell her you came by."

"I'm just taking a break. Don't mind me; I'll go after sitting for a while," Yusuf Zuck said as he took out a cigarette. But then, noticing the no-smoking sign in the hallway, he put the cigarette back into his pocket.

The austere-looking man from the stairwell slowly approached and then silently stood opposite Yusuf Zuck.

Yusuf Zuck had guessed that the austere man must be a bodyguard, the bodyguard of Ruth Wilcox's female classmate.

The woman didn't speak any further but turned around and went back into the hospital room. After sitting alone for more than ten minutes, Yusuf Zuck also got up and left.

Indeed, there was nothing for him there, and besides, he had no close relationship with Ruth Wilcox. It was inappropriate for him to stay there.

However, just as he hadn't yet left the hospital corridor, the woman suddenly came out of the room and called out, "Hey... wait a moment."

"What's up?" Yusuf Zuck turned around and asked.

"Do you know how to drive? Do you have a driving license?" she asked.

Yusuf Zuck nodded and responded, "Yes, I can drive. I have a license. What's the matter?"

"Here are Ms. Wilcox's car keys. Take them to the 4S shop, get them repaired by tomorrow, and then drive it back here. Whatever it costs, pay it first, and then you can get reimbursed by Ms. Wilcox."

"Her car is damaged? I only have four thousand yuan on me. Is that enough for the repairs?" Yusuf Zuck asked as he took the car keys.

Hearing Yusuf Zuck's words, the woman's eyebrows furrowed slightly. She turned around, went back into the room, and came out again with her purse.

"Here's thirty thousand, and here's my business card. If that's not enough, call me!" The woman threw three bundles of hundred-yuan notes at Yusuf Zuck and handed over a small, exquisitely gilded business card with just the name "Lara Tuff" on it, no other information.

Seeing Lara Tuff act so decisively and generously, Yusuf Zuck couldn't help but click his tongue in secret. Wasn't this woman afraid he might pocket the thirty thousand yuan?

"Okay, I'll drive the car back to the company once it's fixed tomorrow," Yusuf Zuck said, pocketing the money and taking the car keys as he left.

At the same time, he was bursting with excitement. The boss lady's car, eh? It must be at least an A4, right? He had never driven such a high-end car before.

He jogged downstairs and aimed the remote at the parking lot.

"Yusuf, here, over here, where are you looking?" The cab driver Fleur Carson was actually still there, waiting for him.

"Damn, why haven't you left yet?" Yusuf Zuck exclaimed in surprise.

"No fares, just waiting for a job, so I waited for you to come down," Fleur Carson said with a chuckle.

"Well, you might be disappointed then, brother's got a car now."

"Click, click—" Two sounds came from the parking lot as an Audi car lit up. Yusuf Zuck immediately sprinted toward it with bright eyes.

Fleur Carson looked on in surprise and followed in her car.

"An A8, dammit, it's actually an A8! That must be over a million, right?" Yusuf Zuck was astonished as he approached the car. He had expected an A4, but it was an A8.

"At least two million to start with, but isn't this the Ferreni Hotel boss's car? The one upstairs who got bitten by a dog, that's your boss, right? But this isn't right; the window has been smashed," Fleur Carson also got out and peered through the shattered window.

"Why is there so much blood?" Fleur Carson exclaimed in shock.

"Yeah, why is there so much blood? Could it be someone slashed an artery or something?" Yusuf Zuck also saw the countless red bloodstains across the passenger seat, backrest, and control panel—it was a lot of blood.

"No, this isn't blood." All of a sudden, Fleur Carson wiped the stain with her finger, sniffed at it, and said, "It smells like ink."

"You can tell that by smell?" Yusuf Zuck was a bit flabbergasted. Fleur Carson was quite something, being able to identify the smell of ink.

"That should be it. If I'm not mistaken, your boss was attacked, right? Someone smashed her window and then splashed red ink all over her face and body, didn't they?"

"I don't know. She was asleep. She just asked me to fix her car. But I also need your help. Where's the 4S shop for this A8? I can't find it," Yusuf Zuck replied.

"I could find it, but the 4S shop doesn't operate at night. Let's go tomorrow during the day; I'll take you there," Fleur Carson said.

"Alright, I'll take the car for a spin. How should I contact you tomorrow?" Yusuf Zuck was eager to try the car; he also loved cars and had dreamt of driving such luxurious vehicles which he had only seen and never driven.

"Why bother contacting me? Just come along for the ride, ha! Not taking fares today, let's go!" Fleur Carson was also excited to take a spin in the car.

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